Year 10 writers

Arachnids,Spiders,They like to make me shake and,Palpitate and,Nauseate,Those words that make me contemplate,With such acetic hate.

That I sit,In a cornerAnd wait,For any spider that vdare,{Penetrate my lair,In fright and in scare,With near erect hair,I dash to the phone,And hear again the receiver's tone,Says "No need Love to look at the calendar,You're our best customer,Here comes the Exterminator,With his terminating applicator",Opens oiut his hand,For the spider to land,And removes it with tedious care,Beware, of my lair.For, it's called the spider's dare.